Wake

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To my wake

Bring wine.

Let us make

This line.

Celebrate

My time

Spent awake

In rhyme.



Now to break

These vines

That create

My mind

Let us take

Untie

Them with grace.

Take time

To unlace

My sighs

And my fates.

These cries

On my face

Seem crimes

Yet taste

So sublime...



Now I

Solemnly lay

Under black

White and Gray

Where my thoughts

Used to play...

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